Tesseracts

That flow she craved,
nigh and dank
Those tesseracts that lowered
Their gazes around
those terapods and tetrapods...
walking and sliding in unison
Made Him quiver in delight.

That belly of the mother,
slowly rippling,
those nursing critters,
scuttling for cover
Who made her one and
Him her One,
she did?

Was that ever
written, those sky-blue
contrails
small crystals glistening,
He traced designs on her flesh aglow
she made runeform sculptures,
cutting the surface and watching ,
fascinated as the blood up-welled
spurting and jerking,
a marionette in its dance
Will He stop her,
Can she stop Him
does she want to?